No one’s left for Christmas Eve
It was Christmas Eve, and I was with my three siblings at the table, trying to make a simple dessert....
Two sides of the same coin
I thought that when I was born, God flipped a coin. I imagined Him asking the question “Would this one...
Light
In the three years you have gone, I only visited your house just to help Mama clean. All things are...
Road to recovery
My father died on New Year’s Day. It was almost 12 years ago, and it’s a wonder I can still...
Household melody
A dragging sound of a cheap slipper, slow and heavy. It was my father’s footsteps, for he had never walked...
Shoulder taps
My Lola once told me about her childhood and how she used to play with her friends—they climbed trees and...
Market values
Forget the diet. All the mouthwatering dishes had been laid out in front of me.
My mother’s poverty story
Last night while eating dinner, mom complained about the quality of the rice she bought from the market and how...
That five-year-old girl lives in me
I grew up in a non-affectionate family. My parents are the opposite of each other. One has generational trauma. The...
Price and privilege
Being spoiled comes with a price. There is more to receiving extravagant birthday presents, Christmas gifts, and special treatment as...
